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speculation.
    "Bet that comes at a price," Zane said. "I should know."
    "Yeah, must be tough beating models and actresses off with a stick," Steele said, with what Wyatt was fast recognizing as his signature dry humor.
    Zane rolled his eyes. "I'll leave you nerds together while I go hang out with my gorgeous girlfriend."
    Steele pressed a thumb to his forehead. "Yep, under this, and balls in her pocket."
    "Fuck off," Zane said, without a hint of malice. "Catch you later."
    As Zane wandered off in search of Chantal, Steele turned back to him. "Is the redhead your girlfriend?"
    Wyatt liked Steele's bluntness but talking women with a guy he'd just met, albeit his half-brother, felt plain weird. "Nah, she's a choreographer here."
    "You seemed pretty tight?"
    "She asked me out," he blurted, sounding like an idiot. He never shared personal stuff with anyone but Steele was different. He sensed a kindred spirit, a guy who'd prefer getting lost in his work than socializing. Then again, he knew next to nothing about the guy so maybe he was off base.
    "And that's a bad thing because?"
    Wyatt shrugged. "Not sure what her angle is."
    Steele frowned. "She has an angle?"
    "Girls who look like her don't usually go for guys like me."
    Steele's mouth quirked into a wry smile. "Considering we look alike, I beg to differ."
    Wyatt chuckled. "So you pull a lot of babes in Oz, huh?"
    "I do okay."
    By the way Steele straightened his shoulders and puffed his chest out, Wyatt reckoned he did better than okay.
    "Steady girlfriend?"
    Steele shook his head. "No one special. You?"
    "Same."
    Truth was Wyatt had never had a girlfriend. The occasional fling at conferences was so far from a relationship it wasn't funny. He preferred it that way. But watching Zane with Chantal, he had to admit to a twinge of jealousy.
    Steele beckoned to some barstools nearby and they sat. "So you don't know her that well?"
    "Not really. We met in the office once and then she waylays me the second I walked in here."
    "Maybe it's the Harrison charm?"
    Wyatt snorted. "My charm works fine on software. Elsewhere? Not so much."
    "What about your brother?"
    Wyatt bit back his first retort, 'don't you mean our brother'. Zane had clued him in that Steele visiting the States was a big deal, that he was willing to meet his half-brothers but didn't want Christopher mentioned, that he was wary of his US family in general.
    "Kurt has more women than he knows what to do with."
    "Lucky bastard." Funnily enough, Steele made him sound far from lucky with the right amount of derision. "Do you guys hang out much?"
    "Rarely. But he'll want to meet you."
    "Yeah?" Steele looked pleased for a moment before he schooled his expression into an inscrutable mask that Wyatt guessed was his version of a poker face.
    "He likes to suss out the competition."
    "Competition?" The furrow between Steele's brows deepened. "I don't get it."
    "Christopher's company is worth millions. Kurt thought he was the eldest so he'd inherit. Then you come along."
    "I don't want that bastard's money." Steele scowled, his eyes flashing fire.
    "Ditto, but Kurt doesn't know that, and considering you're the eldest Harrison, he'll be nervous."
    Steele cocked his head. "You call him Christopher?"
    "We've never been close."
    Understatement of the year. Thinking about his father made Wyatt want to rub his chest to ease the ache that flared with anything remotely connected to dear old Dad.
    "At least he was around," Steele said, resentment twisting his mouth.
    Wyatt understood Steele's bitterness all too well. Christopher may have abandoned his Australian sons to start a new family in the States, but their father had never been around for him either. Not in any real way that mattered.
    "Physically, maybe, but that's where it ended." Wyatt shrugged like it meant little when in fact he despised his father for how callous he could be.
    Steele opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say more, then closed it again, his lips compressed into a